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VERSE AND TOAST 



SERIES I. 



BY 



COL. WILLIAM H. ROWE, Jr 



NEW YORK 
THE NATION PRESS 

1909 



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Copyright, 1909, by 
Col. William H. Rowe, Jr 

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 



JBGARY of CONGRESS 
Two Co Dies Received 

MAY 171909 

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©ebtcation 

Mrs. William H. Rowe, Jr. 

Here's to the fairest daughter 

Of her beloved south; 

Idol of my heart, 

No word of mouth 

Or stroke of pen, 

If until time's end I wait, 

Can do justice to thee, 

Marion of the Blue Grass State. 



CHURCH OF THE LIVING GOD. 

Church of the living God, 

Church where our fathers prayed; 
Nothing else counts like you, 

For you are Heaven made. 
You calm us in our sorrow, 

You melt us in our pride, 
You open the door of safety 

No matter what betide. 
You are the door to Heaven, 

No matter what scoffers say ; 
In darkness and in trouble, 

You turn night-time into day. 
God bless each churchly refuge, 

God bless each priest that's there ; 
All hail the gospel's minister, 

All hail the land that's fair ; 
For that fair land is Heaven, 

Its streets are golden and broad, 
I love to hear them tell of it 

In the Church of the living God. 



UNITED STATES. 

Here's to the United States, 
Land of glorious might, 
Fairest of all the lands, 
It never does but right. 

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United States, inspiring name, 
How we love thy ways, 
Thy plains — thy hills — thy lakes, 
All of these we praise. 
United States, may it be that God 
Will never turn from thee, 
But may his gracious smile e'er rest 
Until eternity. 



ABRAHAM LINCOLN. 

Number one on our country's roll, 
Marvelous man of eternal soul; 
You came to us at parting ways, 
You served us in our darkest days. 
Abraham Lincoln, the People's man, 
What other country ever can 
Give to the world a man like you? 
Patient, kind, forgiving, true, 
Softly breathe that name we love, 
Immortal with his God above. 



GEORGE WASHINGTON. 

First President — Inspiring name ! 
First General — Matchless fame ! 
George Washington, to you we owe, 
All classes, high and low, 
This land we love so well — 
Its greatest city and smallest dell. 
At Valley Forge you knelt in prayer, 
God Almighty answered there. 

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U. S. GRANT. 

Old hero, old warrior, 

Imperishable shrine; 

In the heart of all people 

A great name is thine. 

You were ever and always 

Ready for any attack; 

In your great hour of triumph 

You gave Lee his sword back. 

God bless you ! God bless you ! 

And bless all of yours, 

In Fame's undying temple, 

Your name e'er endures 



ROBERT E. LEE. 

Knightly, courteous cavalier, 
Praise God that you were here. 
Those days of aw fill war 
You were created for. 
You fought to the very last, 
And now, as we view the past, 
When we needed help the most, 
To cheer up the conquered host, 
Blessings ever rest on thee, 
Godly, gentle Robert Lee. 



STONEWALL JACKSON. 

He was never beaten, 
So the tale goes ; 
Whene'er he appeared, 
A cheer arose. 
He prayed as he fought 
Invoking God's power 
And God's servant 
Won to his dying hour. 
God knew the reason, 
God knew 'twas best, 
The Confederate star waned 
With Stonewall at rest. 



ANDREW JACKSON. 

Old Hickory, Andrew Jackson, 

First popular favorite of our land^ 
Chaste, honorable, truthful, sincere. 

'Twas indeed your mighty hand 
That fought the British when a boy, 

And in later days at New Orleans, 
Again you made a land of joy, 

You drove back that British force ; 
Andrew Jackson, name of strength, 

In your country's mighty course, 
Throughout its breadth and length. 

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HENRY CLAY. 

Great national character 

Of our early day, 
Statesman, orator, senator, 

The eloquent Henry Clay ; 
Favorite leader of the old Whig party, 

Speaker of Congress, courteous and firm, 
Well done, verdict of your countrymen, 

On your matchless congressoinal term. 



THOMAS JEFFERSON. 

Exponent of Democracy 

Of this great American land, 
'Tis long, long years ago, 

Since they felt your matchless hand ; 
But your teachings live forever, 

May your country be inspired anew, 
We need the truthful teachings 

Of a statesman such as you. 



DANIEL WEBSTER. 

Called the foremost orator of the New World, 

He stands for all time that test, 

Rome, England, all worlds must allow, 

Our Webster of the West. 

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Master of language, master of art, 

You thrilled all people with words from the heart. 
Daniel Webster, you felt what you said, 

It came from the soul, 
Great orator, great statesman, 

You played a great role. 



GEORGE B. McCLELLAN. 

Little Mac they called him, 

Those loyal boys in blue, 
'Twas Little Mac who stirred them, 

Those valorous deeds to do. 

Oh, how they loved him, 
How they fought and fell, 

For Little Mac, their leader, 
Whom they trusted well. 

Little Mac, how they shouted, 
As he led them to the fight, 

With them some one else was wrong, 
Little Mac was always right. 



WINFIELD S. HANCOCK. 

They called him superb, 

And they called him aright, 
That great Union general, 

In many a fight. 
Battle of Gettysburg, 

All remember well, 
Hancock arrived 

In time to quell, 
That onrushing, almost victorious host. 

God rules, and as in days of old, 
They were swept back through God, 

By Hancock superb with heart of gold. 

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GROVER CLEVELAND. 

Rugged old oak, what can one say 
At one of the marvels of our day, 
Elected President of our land, 
Amid all flames of discord fanned? 
You served us well in that seat, 
And then you went down to defeat; 
Defeat ! it would have killed most men, 
But, rugged old oak, you came up again; 
And once again they crowned you great, 
A second time Chief Magistrate. 
Wonderful record of a wonderful man, 
Marvelous, marvelous, the race he ran ; 
Typical American, a title given you, 
All I can add — It was true. 



WILLIAM McKINLEY. 

A man he was, 

A man through and through ; 

A good man, a great man, 

A man tried and true. 

He will live forever 

In his country's great heart; 

His country — in it 

He played a great part. 

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ROSWELL P. FLOWER. 

Great heart of love, my true friend, 

To your goodness there was no end, 

One thing shines out full and clear, 

The world is better, for you were here. 

I never expect all my way through, 

To meet another man like you. 

My father was taken, but in his place 

God gave me one of kindly face, 

To whom I could always and ever go, 

Oh, your goodness only God doth know. 

I fancy through the gates ajar 

They saw you coming from afar, 

And I know they were opened wide 

For one to go to his Master's side ; 

One whose charity knew no bound, 

Whose rightful home was on heavenly ground. 



JAMES A. GARFIELD. 

One of our martyred three, 

Here in this land so free ; 

God rules, he said one terrible night, 

The government lives, 'tis always right; 

America will never yield 

Her admiration for you, Garfield. 

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CHESTER A. ARTHUR. 

Dignified gentleman, 

Worthy to be first, 

In the most glorious land 

On which the sun burst. 

President Arthur, you left a grand name! 

President Arthur, you deserve your fame! 



WILLIAM C. WHITNEY. 

Great, true sport and brainy man, 
One of the best since life began; 
Everywhere and far and wide, 
Was real rejoicing at a winning ride 
Of the Whitney colors, for all knew 
They had a royal friend in you. 
Whitney dead? How sad the sound, 
How we loved to see him round, 
May I once again grasp his hand, 
In the not so very far off land. 



THEODORE ROOSEVELT. 

Greatness has e'er been thine, 
Thy bright star, undying sign ; 
May it ever flash o'er you, 
Out of God's great heaven of blue, 
May thy power always be felt, 
For God and good Roosevelt. 

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WILLIAM H. TAFT. 

Great son of Ohio, 
You're President next, 
And if I read truly, 
This is your text : 
To strive for your country, 
To answer each call, 
To answer it quickly, 
That no danger befall. 
From selfish humanity, 
To keep this land free ; 
And if you do that, 
Blessings on thee. 



WILLIAM JENNINGS BRYAN. 

A man of sterling worth, 
An honor to this earth ! 

For him no devious curve, 

From principle he'll never swerve. 
Trust him — he's a man of God. 
The wide, wide world will him laud. 

For just as sure as there is day 

Bryan's is the only way, 
For a nation to live and thrive ; 
'To live yourself and keep others alive." 

These are his words, and they ring true, 
"Do unto others as you'd have them do." 

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SMILIN' RELIGION. 

Ye can serve the Lord, 

By laughing right out loud ; ■ 
Don't look solemn, 

An' queer the crowd. 
Slap your feller traveler 

Right on the back ; 
Tell him to do the square thing, 

An' he'll nothin' lack. 
Mebby it's alright, 

To say "brother" with a moan ; 
An' say "you're sinful sister," 

With a snarlin' pious tone. 
But it ain't true religion, 

It ain't worth while ; 
Do you want to save a sinner? 

Well, give him a smile. 
Give him all the treatin' 

He wants at the time ; 
If you hain't got a dollar, 

Chuck him a dime. 
This world is nuthin', 

And it wouldn't be strange 
If we all, sometimes 

Would need a little change. 
So pass on religion, 

In a smilin' happy way ; 
Never stiff or solemn, 

An' you'll find eternal day 



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GRAY. 

There's a little state called Delaware 
But a great big man is living there, 
One of the greatest of our day, 
Honor to America, Judge George Gray. 



JOHNSON. 

Up in Minnesota, he's stood the test, 

Johnson — Johnson of the North West. 

He's a tireless worker, he knows no rest. 

Here's to Johnson, Johnson of the North West! 



DOUGLAS. 



Here's to the Old Bay State, 

Long did we have to wait 

For a Democratic Governor to win, 
But W. L. Douglas, you went in. 

After long years one was due. 

Popular man, Douglas, here's to you ! 



LEVI P. MORTON. 

Honorable man, 
Distinguished and great; 
A former Vice-President, 
Governor of his state. 
All honor to Morton, 
The loved Levi P., 
One of our greatest, 
All parties agree. 

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J. P. MORGAN. 

Great, wonderful man 

Of marvelous power, 
By right 'tis yours 

Man of the hour, 
J. P. Morgan 

Wherever there's fame 
There is recorded 

Your powerful name. 



"I WILL LIFT UP MINE EYES UNTO THE 
HILLS." 

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, 
Then why should man be afraid? 
The maker of Heaven and earth is there, 
On hills forever and ever staid. 

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, 

No matter in a valley how deep, 
Thy foot will not be suffered to move — 

He that watcheth will not sleep. 

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, 
Though I'm in the wilds of a far-off land ; 

My Lord, my God, my keeper is nigh, 
Eternal abode on my right hand. 

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, 

Nether the sun by day nor the moon by night 

Can smite me as through this world I go 
For God is might and God is right. 

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I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, 
Whenever I come, whenever I go, 

The eye of my keeper is always on me ; 
He guides me in safety as I walk below. 

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills — 
Why should we be weary and sore ? 

No matter how dark and drear the passage, 
He guides us henceforth and evermore. 

Unto the hills, unto the hills, 

Everyone lift your eyes ; 
You look to the hills of gladness, 

And away from the land of sighs. 



WITH HOLYOKE IN SEVENTY-EIGHT. 

After they changed the name 

Of the town to Caseyville, 
Casey says to all the folks 

For a little time to kill 
I'll tell you a little story, 

I'll just gintly reminiss: 
When they'd cheer me for me glory. 

An' the oompire hoot and hiss, 
I wuz always a great player ; 

Ivery oompire wuz a shark; 
They'd hide from me in daytime, 

And stay home after dark 
There niver was an oompire livin' 

That cud take his stand wid me ; 

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I'm the George Washington of baseball, 

I'm the man that made it free. 
It wuz in the ghrasp uv tyrants 

Until I batted meself to fame; 
An' thin ivery oompire would thrimble 

Whin they heard me mighty name. 
The great national game is baseball, 

There's no other sport so racy; 
George fixed the nation, I fixed the game, 

Thin why not Washington and Casey? 
That's the way to rank us, 

And thim that love their country will ; 
For but for me this land to-day, 

Would be in the hands of oompires still. 
The day we played Peory, 

At half past four o'clock; 
A tyrant uv an oompire, 

I gave him a mighty shock. 
He called two sthrikes upon me, 

I trew me bat upon the ground ; 
I turned upon the tyrant, 

An' I sez, "You measly hound 
'Tis Casey, mighty Casey, 

The man with the iron jaw ; 
The only man in all the world, 

Who knows his country's law. 
He loves his country better, 

Than you, you lop-sided ^ut;" 
An' then wid me sthrong right arm 

I hit him an uppercut. 
He landed in the grand stand, 

In a big fat woman's lap ; 

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I apologized to the lady, 

An' gintly doffed me cap. 
Wunst agen I tuk me bat, 

An' stipped up to the plate ; 
Sez I, "We'll proceed widout an oompire," 

An' the pitcher didn't wait. 
Uv coorse I hit the first he pitched, 

An' whin it came to view, 
That ball was found in Chicago, 

On Michigan avenoo. 
That was an epoch in this counthry, 

Niver, niver since that day 
Has tyrant oompire ruled here, 

The people have their way. 
And they owe that freedom to Casey, 

I'm the man that did the trick; 
I can cal Roosevelt Teddy 

And to Croker, it's Hello Dick ! 
An' whin all history's written, 

Yez one and all you'll see; 
Along wid the name of Washington, 

The name of Casey, that's me. 



THANKSGIVING DAY IN THE COUNTRY. 

Thanksgiving day in the country, 

In the midst of falling snow, 
With loved ones all about you, 

'Side the hearth of brilliant glow ; 
A great big bountiful turkey, 

Being prepared by a skilful cook, 
Along with all other dainties 

That are written in the book. 

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'Tis a day of great rejoicing, 

For 'tis our God we thank, 
The only one mighty ruler, 

The only one of rank ; 
For what are kings and princes? 

They're no more than the trusting child, 
They're not as much as children, 

Little friends of the Saviour mild. 

We may live in the midst of millions, 

We may live in the midst of gold, 
But there's not a being on this earth, 

That on them has a hold ; 
They will quickly be taken from us, 

They take wings and fly away, 
If every one could realize this, 

On this great Thanksgiving day. 

How better off would we all be, 

How sweet would be life's song, 
That would come with the realization 

That this life is not for long ; 
That it's empty, void, and fading, 

That happiness only you'll find 
When one lives every day for God, 

Lives to soothe and aid mankind. 

It would truly be a Thanksgiving, 
And one that would always last, 

If we could only make up in the future 
What we have lost in the past ; 
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The word that we should have spoken, 
The deed that we should have done, 

The royal road to Heaven, 
Is only by effort won. 



But yet that effort's easy, 

There's just a few things to do, 
Live the Christian every day, 

Patient, charitable, kind, and true. 
All can do these things so easy, 

Just try, you'll find it so, 
Thanksgiving day in the country, 

In the midst of falling snow. 



JAMES S. SHERMAN. 

Vice-President-elect, 
A royal salute 
From an old friend, 

Who knows you will suit. 
Any favor you'd grant, 

You deserve well your fame ; 
You called on the people, 

They remembered your name. 



JOHN WORTH KERN. 

Great son of Indiana, 

It can't be 'twill wait, 
To make you the senator 

From that great state. 
Men like you are needed, 

And your country will learn 
To admire you as I do, 

John Worth Kern. 



JOHN HAYS HAMMOND. 

Masterful man 

Of great renown, 

We look o'er the world 

Up and down, 

And one great truth 

Seems very clear, 

Thy place is assured, 

Thou great engineer. 

'Tis everywhere 

On all world's signs — 

John Hays Hammond, 

Master of mines. 



CHAUNCEY M. DEPEW. 

Statesman, diplomat, orator, 
With a long record of work; 
Whene'er he was called on 
He'd never shirk. 



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He has held the attention 
Has great Chauncey Depew, 
Of world-wide audiences. 
Our Chauncey — To you ! 



NATHAN STRAUS. 

His name is revered 
By mother and home, 
His name is like magic 
Wherever we roam, 
For to dear, suffering babes 
Who else might have died, 
But for the pure milk 
He placed at their side. 



P. A. B. WIDENER. 

Over in the City of Brotherly Love 
Lives a man, may be blest from above ; 
He's given his millions for the crippled child, 
It must have pleased his Saviour mild. 
"What you do unto them you do for Me," 
The words of your Saviour, Peter A. B. 



JOHN H. BRADFORD. 

Governor of the Jockey Club, 
When the numbers are hung out above, 
We will see a name we all love 
He was always number one, 



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He deserves the well done 
That the Lord bestows on his own. 
Emblazoned on high in Heaven's own court, 
John H. Bradford, the true, manly sport. 



JOHN C. SPOONER. 

Great lawyer, 

A man of wondrous renown; 
A great city he's honored, 
Our loved New York town. 
He's settled among us, 
That great thinking man ; 
One of the ablest 
Since this land began. 



HENRY CLEWS. 

A wonderful man of the present day, 

One of the greatest on life's highway; 

A writer — a banker, sought far and wide. 

Experienced — he's seen many a turn of the tide, 

His essays are brilliant and pointed with news, 

New York's banker-author, Henry Clews. 

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D. O. MILLS. 

Illustrious citizen, 

Beloved by all; 

Your goodness is echoed 

Through many a hall, 

Where the world's poor outcast 

Can find comfort and rest ; 

After many hard struggles, 

In a long, weary quest. 

D. O. Mills, this is my song, 

May God to man spare you long. 



ANDREW C. GRAY. 

Here's to a friend whose name's most fair, 
The only winner in Delaware; 
'Tis with pride I greet you to-day — 
Attorney-General Andrew C. Gray. 



THE CHARITY FLOWER. 

The religion of God is sweetness, 
And charity's flower so rare, 

Whose sweet, exquisite perfume 
Makes fragrant a world of care. 
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The beautiful charity flower, 

How perfect it blossoms and blooms ; 

And wherever its fragrance reaches, 
They know it is God's perfumes. 

The outcast, the drunkard, the hopeless, 
When it seems they have lost all power; 

Just one little breath, one little smell 
Of God's beautiful charity flower. 

'Tis a flower of undying beauty, 
Cultivated in God's own bower; 

He carefully freshens it every day, 
His heavenly charity flower. 



JOHN A. DIX. 

Manly, cultured, able, 
A man through and through ; 
Good friend, John A. Dix, 
Here's loyally to you. 
Here's to your future office, 
At a not far distant date. 
The office it is Governor, 
The place is New York State. 

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JOHN V. RICE, JR. 

Great inventor; 
Man wondrous of mind. 
Many know now, 
But the whole world will find 
Your genius so matchless, 
Linked with heart beyond price, 
That all nations will honor 
Good, true friend, John Rice. 



BENJAMIN B. ODELL. 

He led his party 
And he led it well, 
'Twas victory ever 
With Governor Odell. 
He takes high rank 
In this great state ; 
Benjamin B. Odell, 
You'll always be great. 



JOHN WESLEY GAINES. 

Great Tennessean, 

Chivalrous man; 
Deep-thinking scholar, 

In honor one can 
Point to your record, 

As orator and friend ; 
As statesman and writer, 

May your greatness ne'er end. 
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JOHN WOODWARD. 

Able jurist, 

Distinguished all over the state; 
Honored by all, 

You surely are great. 
Your command of the language, 

Your eloquent power, 
Is the admiration of all, 

Great judge of the hour. 



WITH BOSTON IN SEVENTY-NINE. 

Seventy-nine wuz a famous year 

In the annals uv baseball, 
The year I played wid Boston, 

Great nine, I'll name thim all : 
Snyder catchin', Bond a pitchin', 

Coggswell on first base, 
Burdock on second, Morrill on third, 

All an honor to the race. 
At short wuz Ezra Sutton, 

An' never a better man 
Ever stopped the hot ones 

Sence the good old game began. 
Wan in center, the other in right, 

The O'Rourke's, Jim an' John, 
An' two uv the greatest players 

The sun iver shone upon. 

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I wuz playin' left field 

An' I kept me eagle eye 
On ivery spot in that ball field, 

I did, I hope to die. 
We wuz playin' Cincinnati, 

An' twuz wan uv the hardest fights 
That Massachusetts had iver seen 

Since Paul Revere hung out the lights. 
But I caught the inspiration, 

From what Paul did that day; 
An' I sez, Casey be Revere again, 

An' fight hard in the fray. 
Thim Cincinnati's wuz also stars, 

Catcher, captain, old Jim White; 
His brother Bill, the pitcher, 

Thim byes wun many a fight. 
I want to pay me tribute, 

To two great ones uv that day, 
The two famous White brothers, 

Old heroes uv the baseball way. 
McVey, Ross Barnes and Gerhardt, 

Great basemen uv a great nine; 
Your ricord stands feriver, 

You need no other sign. 
Burke, Dickerson, Hotaling, 

An' then we come to right, 
Stood the man destined to be 

In that fermament iver bright. 
As one uv its few greatest, 

That great inspiring name, 
Mike Kelly, ye'll live feriver 

In the baseball hall of fame. 

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We had played thirteen innin's, 

An' neither side had scored; 
It looked as if all wuz over, 

An' that the Boston nine wuz floored. 
Mike Kelly had hit a high one, 

It screamed up troo de air ; 
In left I watched it wildly, 

An' raced to the fence fer fair. 
I clambered up it quickly, 

An' dropped upon the ground ; 
I ran across the avenoo, 

An' wid a single bound 
I cleared a small gateway 

An' ran a mile or so, 
The ball still a sailin', 

An' me right on the go. 
I kept saying if Revere could do it, 

Casey you can too; 
An' so I paced an' panted, 

Wid nuthin' but gum to chew. 
The ball commenced a droppin', 

Oh Murther, "I will, I will," 
I shrieked, as I dashed madly 

Up the steps uv Bunker Hill. 
I misjudged fer a moment, 

First me right an' thin me left ; 
An' high up in the monument, 

Away up in the cleft 
I nailed that ball descending 

An' then, like them of old, 
I wuz like the old Continental 

Who feared not British gold. 

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Did they cheer me? 

Well, I should say, 
Never has there been wilder 

Than the cheer fer me that day. 
They gathered round me on the diamond, 

And the Governor made this speech. 
"Mr. Casey, To you, all honor, 

You certainly are a peach. 
That run of yours is a marvel, 

An* I want to make it clear; 
Foriver 'twill stand in history, 

Wid the ride of Paul Revere." 



DEATH. 

It may be in the morning ; 

It may be at night; 

But whenever it is let's have on the light 
So that loved ones may know with our latest breath 
We were not afraid to taste of Death. 

There isn't a chance for you to win 

If you don't repent of a favorite sin 

Give up anything that might look wrong 

And you'll aid the rest of the struggling throng, 

And then when you come to Heaven's gate 

You'll go right in — you won't have to wait. 

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Live every day as though 'twere your last ; 
This life will soon be past. 

If any you a favor should do 

Way up above they'll credit you. 
Speak a kind word, grasp the hand 
Of a fellow traveler in a weary land. 

Every good act to Heaven mounts ; 

Down here nothing counts. 



KEEP ON SMILIN' 

Keep on smilin', no matter what trouble comes 
It can all be cured — even ulcerated gums. 

It ain't any matter who's friend or foe, 

Keep your eyes on Heaven — never look below ; 
The good Lord's a-waitin' just aroun' the turn ; 
Don't fret or worry, you've got a lot to learn. 

He's just-a-hidin' His face fer a while, 

And He won't like it if he don't see you smile ; 
So keep on smilin' no matter how great your loss — 
Just remember that there's only one big Boss. 

'Tis the Lord God Almighty — He's everybody's friend ; 

Just stick to Him right up to the end. 
Remember he's a-watchin' you with that great wondrous 

eye; 
Keep on smilin' ; don't let Him see you sigh, 

For He loves to test you with all kinds of human ill 

To see if you're fit to fill the heavenly bill ; 
So keep on smilin', God's a-hidin' there, 

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He'll play the game right, He'll play you fair. 
We've all got to suffer, we've all got to learn 
That the only one Judge is waitin' at the turn, 
A.n' you can all remember thar's one thing true, 
The Lord God Almighty will be good to you, 
If you do the right thing and have a clean Heart, 
So keep on smilin', and do your part. 



ELBERT F. BALDWIN. 

Elbert F. Baldwin, 

Good neighbor of mine ; 
Down in old Lakewood, 

In the land of the pine. 
For me 'twould be easy, 

To get out a book ; 
On Elbert F. Baldwin, 

Of the Outlook. 
Here's to you, neighbor, 

You uplift and inspire; 
A good, true man, 

Whom we all admire. 



SELDEN P. SPENCER. 

Great presiding officer, 

Matchless in your day ; 
Wonderful your offices, 

International Y. M. C. A. 
You presided o'er that wondrous body. 

Of men who live for Heaven, 
Assembled there in Washington, 

In nineteen hundred seven, 

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MR. BOLDT AND THE WALDORF HOTEL. 

Here's to the great Waldorf Hotel ! 
George C. Boldt, you run it well. 

There everything is well done, 
Here's to the Boldt's — father and son, 
That long, gorgeous hall, a magnificent sight, 
And every onlooker treated right. 

Every one welcome — make yourself so. 

Leave? Why, I always hate to go. 
New York has managers, but I'm very partial 
To Oscar, Barse, McCusker and Marshall. 

They're always there to do their best, 

From early morning to night time's rest. 
Yes, the Waldorf's the greatest hotel in the world ; 
Before it all hotel flags are unfurled. 

Mr. Boldt never said can't ; he always said can ; 

Here's to George C. Boldt, premier hotel man ! 

Here's to your wondrous, wondrous eyes, 
I thought they used to heed my sighs. 
But now I find while I was biddin' 
Those wondrous eyes were only kiddin'. 

Here's to the lips of the girl next me ! 

Dare I taste ? No. Her husband's lookin'. See ? 

Here's to a girl I once knew ! 

Say, it always makes me feel blue. 

I proposed — was accepted — we were ready to wed - 
A man stepped up — "I'm her husband/' he said. 

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A. G. VANDERBILT. 

I'm thinkin' of old Ireland and the wearing of the green, 
And then my mind wanders to other places I have seen. 
And when it comes to Newport, there's another name and 

hue, 
The name of Alfred Vanderbilt and the wearing of the 
blue. 

Here's to two sweethearts of long ago ! 

As I used to wander to and fro. 

The one was a blonde, the other a brunette, 
Here's to the dark one ! The blonde has me yet. 



SPENCER TRASK. 

A great and good man, 

One you don't have to ask. 
He seeks to do good 

Does Spencer Trask; 
Look at his charities, 

Look at his deeds ; 
He answers calls gladly, 

He supplies their needs. 



AUGUSTUS THOMAS. 

Brilliant playwright, 
Great orator of note; 

Many and many 

A great play you wrote. 

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Your fame is established, 
You're known far and wide ; 

Here's to you, Augustus Thomas, 
Great man — all decide. 



DAVID JAMES BURRELL. 

Preacher, Christian, Orator, Counselor, Friend, 
May your greatness never end ! 

You sway your congregation to and fro, 
You lift them to heights from way below. 
Gladly all answer the peal of your bell, 
Eloquent man — David James Burrell. 



CHARLES C. DICKINSON. 

Here's to the president of the Carnegie trust, 
By both you'll be treated just ; 
A great banker — he has a great bank, 
Both stand in the foremost rank. 



HENRY WATTERSON. 

Marse Henry! Marse Henry! 

Come up from Kentuck, 
Marse Henry! Marse Henry! 

New York is in luck. 

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Marse Henry! Marse Henry! 

You're a great big man, 
Marse Henry! Marse Henry! 

Give us your han\ 
Marse Henry! Marse Henry! 

You can't be beat, 
Marse Henry! Marse Henry! 

Take a front seat. 
Marse Henry! Marse Henry! 

Gifted and great, 
Marse Henry! Marse Henry! 

You honor your State. 



NORMAN S. DIKE. 

A favorite with all, 

Just and upright, 
Your record as judge 

Is a record most bright. 

May all kinds of honors 
Come to one we all like ; 

May you ever increase, 
Judge Norman S. Dike. 



AN OLD MAN'S REVERIE. 

Where is the home 

Of the old days? 
Where is the mother 

Who prays ? 



Are they the same 

In this age 
As they were 

When we would engage 
In our daily pastimes 

As we went about our play? 
Tell me, are mother and home the same 

As they were in the olden day ? 
I am nearly eighty ; 

It's a long, long time ago 
Since I enjoyed my boyhood — 

How life does ebb and flow ! 
Tell me, tell me, stranger, 

Do the children of to-day enjoy 
The same blessings that I had 

At the time I was a boy? 
Oh, how I loved those old days 

When dear mother waved her hand, 
As I used to play with comrades 

In the sweet old dear homeland. 
I truly hope they have them, 

I will feel so happy and good 
To know that all the children 

Have all the joys they should. 
Christ loves the little children, 

He wants them to have the best ; 
Oh, how I'd love to line with flowers 

Every child's sweet little home nest. 
For the kingdom of heaven is like them, 

And I hope it's the mother who prays, 
That carefully guards and keeps them 

Like they did in the olden days. 

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RICHARD DELAFIELD. 

A high-typed banker, 
A man of great renown ; 
No better known 
In New York town. 
May he ever 
A great power wield, 
My old friend 
Delafield. 



NORMAN E. MACK. 

Brilliant editor, 

A man of kindly trait ; 

True and noble, 

No one need wait 

For him to aid. 

He's e'er ready to back 

All those who need, 

Good Norman E. Mack. 



E. R. GRAHAM. 

Great Chicago architect, 

Man of brilliant mind, 
Your brain can conceive 

A structure of any kind. 
So here's to E. R. Graham, 

He stands right in the lead, 
Not only as an architect, 

But as a man of kindly deed. 

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ANDREW MILLER. 

A royal friend, 

One loyal to all, 
He's the gentleman always, 

Whether palace or hall, 
Of the home that's the humblest 

He does not care, 
Whoever, whenever, wherever, 

Tiff Miller is fair. 



JACK TAYLOR. 

Jack Taylor of Watertown, 

No better than he 

Has ever sailed 

On this life's sea. 

A great, big-hearted man, 

Jack Taylor ! 

In every race you've ran 

You have always proved 

True to any test. 

This life is short 

At its very best. 

You know that secret, 

You do your good now ; 

Heaven will credit you, 

Jack Taylor, here's how ! 

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SHE COULDN'T SAY "NO.' 



Twas the third dance of the evening 
She told me it would be mine; 

But when I went up to claim it, 
I was only one of nine. 

Then she said, "The seventh," 

And I went up again ; 
But only to find myself in the midst 

Of another bevy of men. 

Then she said, "The eleventh." 
The eleventh dance was done; 

I patiently watched and waited, 
But my part was simply none. 

"Surely when we go to the supper, 
It will be the evening's charm ;" 

Oh, she said it so very sweet, 
But she went on another's arm. 

"The last dance of the evening, 
Then you can take me home;" 

The dance was won by another, 
While I alone did roam. 

Then I got down to the carriage, 
At last I believed it was real ; 

But gaily she said, "Good night," 
And sped off in an automobile. 

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I used to call very often, 

I never had a chance alone; 

The room was always crowded, 
But one day in softest tone 

I said, "I can't live without you;" 
She said, "Is it as bad as that ?" 

And then she said she'd wed me, 
I didn't know where I was at. 



But I believe 'twas next morning 
I got cards that this did say: 

"You are invited to be present," 
And it named her wedding day. 

Well, I screwed up my courage, 

And a week later went to the church 

The bridegroom looked so happy, 
While — I mourned in the lurch. 

Down the aisle she came a sweeping, 
Followed by bridesmaids fair ; 

A quick glance, it was over, 
She saw me standing there. 

And then with a smile so radiant, 

The one I did idolize 
Whispered to me in passing, 

"I'll marry you when he dies." 

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PHILLIPS BROOKS. 

Reverently breathing 

That much honored name, 
I look to the land 

From which goodness came, 
For there with the Angels 

Sits the one who so blest 
The world and its people 

With a life of the best. 



E. G. ANDREWS. 

Bishop so gentle, 
So simple, so great, 

Loved by all people, 

In city and State. 

Your memory so precious 
Abides with all here, 

Priceless and treasured, 
To all it is dear. 



WILLIAM J. HARRISON. 

Just away, 

Good man, so kind. 
Christian gentleman, 

Your State will find 
It's ever hard 

To fill your place, 
You matchless friend 

Of the human race. 



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STEPHEN FARRELLY. 

Stephen Farrelly 

Of the American News, 
A great part you play, 

To decide and to choose 
Works that have merit, 

Works that are rare. 
With you at the helm 

A master is there. 



Here's to you, you beauty, 

Here's to your luscious lips, 
Here's to your eyes of glory 

And your dainty finger tips. 
Wish we were not at the table, 

But far away from here, 
In a bower dimly lighted, 

How I'd love it, dear. 



FOR ONE WHO FEELS SLIGHTED. 

Don't feel you're always slighted. 

Sometimes your friend can't do ; 
Because he can't be with you 

His heart is just as true. 
There are reasons we can't fathom, 

There are happenings he can't tell; 
Because he's claimed by others 

He loves you just as well. 
Life is ever changing, 

Each man has his part; 

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Because he plays in distant scenes 

Your face is in his heart. 
So do not mind the moments 

When one has to be away, 
Always know he's coming back, 

On just as bright a day. 
The friend feels just as keenly 

That he cannot be near. 
You wish that you were there, 

He wishes — he were here. 



LOYALTY. 

The Angels of heaven, 

The ones robed in white, 
Who e'er bear the tidirigs 

Of wrong and of right, 
Of our daily doings, 

Of our earthly life, 
Who tell to the Saviour 

Of sin and of strife, 
Methinks that they're happy 

And joyously run 
When they tell on high 
Of a good, loyal one. 
Loyalty shines 

And will through all years. 
It binds broken hearts 

And wipes away tears. 
Loyalty, hail it! 

It is Heaven born, 
'Twill shine as the brightest 
On Resurrection morn. 
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ROY McARDELL. 

Roy McArdell, 

Creator of Jarr, 
The Mr. and Mrs. 

You're way above par. 
As author and playwright, 

As past master of fun, 
You stand in the forefront, 

And surpassed by none. 



HARRIS HAMMOND. 

Here's to you Harris, 

With great heart of gold, 
One of. the truest 

In this world's fold. 
Here's to you daily, 

The best in the land. 
May God bless you ever, 

And e'er guide your hand. 



JOHN HAYS HAMMOND, JR. 

Here's to a scholar, 

A chap of great mind. 
Yale has him now, 

But the whole world will find 
That by merited skill, 

By wonderful power, 
He'll rank with the great 

When he comes to man's hour. 



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TOM WATKINS. 

Tom Watkins of Scranton, 

A man through and through ; 

Tom Watkins of Scranton, 

Tender and true. 

Tom Watkins of Scranton, 

In many a fight; 

Tom Watkins of Scranton, 

May your skies be bright ! 

Tom Watkins of Scranton, 

You'll always do. 

Tom Watkins of Scranton, 

Here's to you! 



FRANK A. MUNSEY. 

Great genius by efforts, 

That merit great praise ; 
You stand as an editor, 

Known in all ways. 
Whether here or o'er seas, 

Your record is one 
Deserving all honor, 

For the marvels you've done. 



JOHN A. McCALL. 

He's gone away, old friend of mine; 
Now in a land divine 
He looks below on those so dear ; 
He sees them a-laboring here. 
You labored for them, you labored for all, 
Princely gentleman, John A. McCall, 
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CHANCELLOR DAY. 

You make the name Syracuse proud; 
By all your greatness is allowed; 

You're a great big, brainy man, 

One of the great, great orators since time began. 
Syracuse University stands in the front fore way 
By your matchless work, Chancellor Day. 



JOHN D. ARCHBOLD. 

Great benefactor 

Of a college that's great, 
A college that's now known 

In every state; 
Lavishly to Syracuse 

You've given your gold, 
Mighty monuments attest it, 

President Archbold. 



FREDERICK A. POTTS. 

Great, good man, 

Big-hearted chap; 
If I was the judge 

You'd win every lap. 
Your friendship is golden, 

You're one of the true; 
Dear, old Fred Potts, 

Here's gladly to you. 

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ALEXANDER HAMILTON SIBLEY. 

Dear old Sib; 

Great, good boy, 
Scattering always 

Seeds of joy. 
Here's to your merit, 

Here's to your worth ; 
No better than you 

We find on earth. 



E. B. CRAIG. 

Tennessee — A grand old state 

It's name — The Volunteer. 
Here's to its great son, 

Honest — honorable — sincere 
From the peak of Lookout Mountain 

To the waters of the Hague, 
I could not toast a truer man 

Than good friend, E. B. Craig. 



TO MOTHER. 

The world is a world of changes, 
It's a land of sorrow and pain ; 

But Mother's heart is faithful, 
Whether it's loss or gain. 

Some names fade in the distance, 
Some names we forever smother, 

One name lasts till the end of time, 
'Tis the sacred name of Mother. 

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Here's to a girl from Boston, Mass. ! 
A regular wonder, up-to-date lass. 

In wondrous awe I looked at her, 

But there'd always come a little blur. 
I hesitated and hesitated to say the word, 
But one day, feeling just like a bird, 

I popped the question — not in a grammatical way, 

And the look I got. Well, 'twas a caution. Say, 
She looked me over and made this reply : 
"Shamefully ignorant. Request ignored. She did, I hope 
to die." 



'ACKNOWLEDGE HIM IN ALL THY WAYS." 

Though storms may break about us, 

Though it may be dark for days and days, 

The best of light will come again, 
"Acknowledge him in all thy ways." 

Though death may claim your brother, 

And he's taken o'er endless bays, 
Remember you'll meet some time again, 

"Acknowledge him in all thy ways." 

Though hard earned fortunes may be lost, 

There's always one thing pays, 
The fortune of feeling right is yours, 

"Acknowledge him in all thy ways." 

Though the highest offices may not be won, 
There comes shining God's best rays ; 

Offices on earth don't count in Heaven, 
"Acknowledge him in all thy ways." 

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Though all can't sing the sweetest songs, 
Remember all can sing God's lays, 

Remember God's lays count the most, 
"Acknowledge him in all thy ways." 

Though all can't live in palatial places, 

Winter's months can be as bright as May's, 

If God lives daily in thy heart, 
"Acknowledge him in all thy ways." 

Though all can't get the praise of man, 
Remember all their God can praise; 

Men always die while God always lives, 
"Acknowledge him in all thy ways." 

Yes, acknowledge him in all thy ways, 
The life is short at the best we live, 

Acknowledge him in all thy ways, 
Faithfully serve and lavishly give. 



TWILIGHT ON SUNDAY. 

At twilight on Sunday, 
At end of God's day, 
I sat thinking of Jesus 
And the home far away; 
The sound of sweet music 
By mother's hand played, 
Rang out through the darkness 
As if Heaven made. 

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High up in the old hills, 
On the beautiful home farm, 
With one's family about him, 
There's no greater charm; 
A sweet wife, a sweet daughter, 
And a sweet mother to abide, 
These are God's richest blessings 
On this Heaven's side. 



DOC ROWE. 

Doc. Rowe — 

It's a long, long time ago 

Since I last felt the clasp of your hand, 

Best ever friend in the old-time land. 

Doc. Rowe — 

'Twas always "yes," 'twas never "no." 
A favor he'd grant before you could ask; 
Ah, he made life the easiest task! 

Doc. Rowe — 

It's ever — it's always so — 

That a great, big-hearted man and friend - 

God pity us — such friendship must end. 

Doc. Rowe — 

Oh, why did you have to go? 

Why you, with your great strong arm, 

You, who always kept us from harm ? 

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Doc. Rowe — 

For me, life has a different glow. 

But God, in His wisdom, He knew best. 

Oh, how I miss you, loved one at rest ! 



WITH WORCESTER IN 1880. 

'Twas an afthernoon in August, 

Sez Casey to the bunch; 
Way back in eighteen eighty, 

Whin I had an awful hunch 
That if I could steal second, 

I could rattle the baseman there; 
So thim famous Providence players, 

Would go up in the air. 
They were the champeens, 

They'd wun the year before; 
An' the honest Wooster heart 

Felt we'd niver score. 
For Wooster 'twas their first year 

'Mid the big guns of baseball, 
They had signed me an' I promised 

To answer ivery call. 
Little college boy Richmond, 

The first original great south paw; 
Well, he was a grand, good pitcher, 

An' how they did hurrah 
Whin this day student, Richmond, 

Was held up by a train, 
An' he a racin' like mad 

Fer he knew 'twas Wooster's gain. 

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Fer him to git to the ball park, 

An' grab up the round, round sphere, 
An' with his lift hand motion, 

Make ivery batter queer. 
The train pulled in the station, 

They got the fastest nag, 
An' thin they raced like injuns, 

An' planted him on his bag. 
The grand stand rose as one man, 

And gave him a mighty yell; 
The umpire cried play ball, 

An' tapped his little bell. 
I wuz the first batter 

That faced ould Johnny Ward, 
An' the first he pitched I tapped it 

Wid me good old piece of cord. 
It wint by Jerry Denny, 

Their great man playin' third; 
Tommy York in left, he stopped it. 

'Twuz a clean hit, 'pon me word. 
John Ward began a feintin', 

An' three times at old Joe Start; 
He heaved that ball a kitin', 

I sez John you tink you're smart. 
You'll niver catch me nappin', 

I'm the boy wid all de grace, 
An' a gintle ease of manner, 

That always holds first base. 
Charlie Bennett wuz next batter, 

An' say, Charlie wuz a man, 
Niver a finer fellow 

Around the bases ran. 

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Wan of the great, great catchers, 

A hero in his day; 
Answer, Wooster, answer, Detroit. 

You loved Charlie Bennett's way. 
I had the hunch most surely, 

An' I sez Casey, you must steel ; 
So at the first of John to Charlie 

I made me runnin' real. 
I reached the base in safety, 

An' I rattled the intire line 
Uv thim famous Providence byes, 

Champeens uv seventy-nine. 
Bennett, Bushong, Stovey, 

They all reached first base, too ; 
I got the run in finely, 

An' thin began the howdy do. 
We all kept on a batten", 

An' pilin' up the runs ; 
The champeens faces long and blue, 

An' their hearts a weighin' tons. 
At me second time up that innin', 

There wus a man on ivery base; 
I tuk me good old cord wood, 

Determination on me face. 
I made up me mind that this time 

I'd make wun uv me long, long hits, 
So when I pushed it fiercely 

I tore it into bits. 
It sailed o'er the city limits, 

Followed the coorse uv the B and A 
That wuz one uv me greatest hits, 

I made that August day. 

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Spyglasses were called in service, 

They followed it troo de air, 
They saw it pierce the purty clouds, 

That were hangin' straight an' fair. 
Well all there wuz to it, 

That wuz a historical ball, 
It landed an' they kipt it 

In Boston in Fanueil Hall. 



GEORGE B. McCLELLAN. 

Here's to the Mayor of a wonderful town! 
He'll save his friends. No one will drown. 

He's a manly fellow, and we all feel 

There's a safe pilot at the wheel. 
Your father, the general, was beloved by all ; 
You, like him, will obey the call 

Of your city, whatever they ask. 

George B. McClellan, you do well your task. 



IT COULDN'T BE. 

She was the summer's sensation; 

Never before at the shore 
Had one come to the gay old place 

That we had toasted more. 

Dark and tall and handsome, 
The stateliest of queens; 

At her feet the struggling students, 
As well as the men of means. 

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She wasn't cold or haughty ■, 
But she had a little "Beware," 

That although she knew we worshipped, 
We had better all take care. 



I had been one of the boldest, 

And she'd scarcely been there a week, 
But I could stand it no longer, 

And I made up my mind I'd speak. 

The night was simply heavenly, 
The moon o'er the water did pour 

Its mostf gloriously brilliant radiance, 
When I found her on the shore. 

She had left the veranda 

And wandered off alone, 
While I, who watched in the distance, 

Thought I heard a tiny moan. 

It couldn't be she suspected 

And wanted to let me know 
That this was the time to follow, 

And T would find it so. 

Hastily I joined her, 

Yes, almost out of breath, 
And ardently I told her 

I would love her until death. 

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Then with words so burning 

I told her of a love 
That reached from the moon-lit sea 

To the moon-lit skies above. 

I reached out to clasp her, 

She said sweetly, "It wouldn't be right ; 
Your proposal surely honors me, 

But — my husband comes to-night." 



WITH TROY IN 1881. 

One afternoon the hero 

Was sitting in his place, 
The crowd as usual waiting 

When a smile stole o'er his face; 
He looked round at them proudly 

Saying: "Did I ever tell you'se boys 
Of the time back in eighty-one 

I was playin' with the Troys. 
Thim were the greatest players 

That huv ever played baseball; 
Never in all this world, 

From its rise until its fall 
Will there be another Buck Ewing, 

The greatest man that iver caught ; 
And he always tipped me wid a wink, 

Whin he thought the oompire was bought. 
Buck could spot a tyrant, 

And thereby hangs this tale; 

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Another tyrant exposed, 

An' anoother lie I'll nail. 
We were playin' wid the Woosters, 

Dey were at de bat, 
Smilin' Mickey trowin' dem in 

Till dey didn't know where they were at. 
Wun uv their great batters swiped it 

But Jakey Evans wus there, 
He jumped up high pulled down the ball, 

As it was flyin' troo de air. 
He was the greatest thrower 

On any baseball nine, 
An' the way he heaved that ball home 

Was in de straightest line. 
The runner had started home from third, 

An* was runnin' mighty hard; 
But the ball from Jake reached Buck's hands 

An' beat him by a yard. 
He's safe, the tyrant oompire said, 

An' I got the wink from Buck ; 
I rushed in from me own third bag 

An' I sez "You pie- faced muck 
You take back that decision 

If you want to live at all. 
You're oompirin' in a town 

Where they understand baseball. 
Mister Robert Ferguson, our manager, 

Is a playin' second base, 
An' there's no finer gentleman 

In the entire human race. 
The great Ro^er Connor, 

The Old Oak of Baseball, 
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Is a coverm' first base. 

He stands there huge an' tall 
Eddie Caskins at short stop, 

Evans, Cassidy, Gillespie standin' in the field, 
Tim Keefe and Billy Holbert; 

Ain't that a fine ball yield ? 
Me an' Mickey Welch an' Ewing, 

We're talkin' to you here, 
And so there'll be no mistake, 

We'll make it very clear, 
Your decision is rotten, 

You're a tyrant in your power. 
If you're ever caught in South Troy, 

Well, you won't last a single hour." 
That run for them it tied the game, 

I went back to me plate; 
A scornful glance I gave the oompire, 

For the tyrant I waz filled with hate. 
They got no more runs that innin' ; 

Twas the beginning of the last, 
Our part was the endin', 

The first two out quick and fast. 
I was the last batter, 

I gave the oompire a look; 
That the faithful Trojan people 

Said surely should be took. 
For them Trojans wanted vingince, 

And they sat there with heads bowed, 
Fer they knew that Mighty Casey 

Was never, never cowed. 
In awe they watched from the grand stand, 

While the faithful on the line, 

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Hild their brith in wonder, 

In that innins number nine. 
I swung the bat so fiercely, 
That when it hit the ball, 
It sailed down through Lansingburg, 

Through Troy to Music Hall. 
The fire bells were set a ringing 

And Doring's Band they played 
The mayor called the council, 

And they a subscription made, 
To raise a monument to Gasey, 

The greatest man in Troy. 
The man who feared no oompire, 

An honest baseball boy." 



TIMOTHY L. WOODRUFF. 

Popular — gifted, 

Exceedingly kind; 
One of the best, 

That you will find. 
He stands ever ready, 

To do his part ; 
He's wise and brainy and 

He has a heart. 



FRANCIS HAMILTON. 

Good fellow, Good citizen, 

Lawyer and wit, 
In every part 

You make a hit. 

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Here's to your greatness, 
Here's to your power. 

May it ever increase, 
In each coming hour. 



WITH CHICAGO IN 1882. 

Did I ever tell youse, 

Said the hero one afternoon ; 
About the day in eighty-two, 

When I played a little tune, 
With a good strong ball bat 

Upon a tyrant's head, 
An whin I got troo playin' ; 

Well — nothin' more was sed. 
I was playin' wid Chicago, 

The Champeens of that year ; 
The great old White Stockin's, 

How I wish thim byes were here. 
Miny an' miny a time thim byes, 

They win the pennant race. 
Led by old Cap Anson, 

The old Roman of first base. 
Frankie Flint a catchin', 

A great big lusty chap. 
Larry Corcoran and Goldsmith, 

Pitchers — with curves on tap. 
The great Eddie Williamson, 

The greatest-ever short stop, 
Dalrymple in left, Gore in centre, 

They never missed a drop, 

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An' standin' out in right field ; 

The idol of every crowd, 
Mike Kelly the bleacher's favorite; 

Of him Illinois was justly proud. 
I have to take me hat off, 

I do upon me word ; 
Ivery time I speak thim names, 

Me, oh, I was playin' third ; 
The game was progressin' finely, 

We were winnin' just hands down, 
Whin the tyrant gave a decision, 

That aroused the Windy town, 
Three min were on the bases, 

I wuz at the bat ; 

The umpire crouched behind me, 

A coward, small and fat. 
He wobbled like an old woman, 

Afraid of every ball, 
He was such a lady 

That he could hardly call 
Aloud them balls the pitcher 

Wuz firin' at the plate; 
But for every honest player 

His soul wuz filled with hate. 
He — that tyrant of tyrants — 

Called me out on strikes. 
I heard the yellin' voices, 

But I could distinguish Mike's, 
Who roared swipe him Casey, 

That mut ain't fit to live. 
If you don't do your duty, 
Chicago will never forgive 

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You or any player 

That's playin' on her nine. 
Swipe him, Casey, swipe him, 

An' the whole town will buy you wine. 
I raised me bat in anger, 

An' started a little tune, 
I just forget what I played, 

Maybe 'twas Lorny Doone. 
Some notes I played were very high, 

An' agin some were very low ; 
But by the cheerin' uv the crowd, 

I knew that tune would go, 
'Twuz sweet music to Chicago, 

Wnen I played it on his head. 
I think they started singin' 

"Put him in his little bed." 
Well, they took him to a hospital, 

For me with civic pride 
Chicago gave its freedom, 

Mike Kelly by me side. 



HOW THE IRISH MAID STUNG ALGY. 

"Is Miss Hetty in?" 

The young hopeful inquired ; 
"She be," said the servant, 

"But she have retired." 
"Oh, mercy ! Oh, mercy !" 

Our Algy replied. 
"Do you think she would hear 

If I sang from outside?" 

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"If you try it, young fellow, 

You'll get hit wid a brick, 
And I'm the young loidy 

That'll put through the thrick. 
Chase yourself, chase yourself, 

Far, far away ; 
A chappie like you 

Shouldn't get gay. 
Your mamma is lookin' 

For you, Algy, right now. 
Come, orgynize a rethreat 

If you don't want a row. 
Miss Hetty told me to tell you 

For you to tell her 
If you were fifteen or sixteen. 

Now which are you, sir ?" 



IF YOU SHOULD HAPPEN TO FAINT IN MY 

ARMS. 

If you should happen to faint in my arms, 

I wouldn't give any needless alarms ; 

I would simply brush back your silken hair 
As it rests on your brow, so sweet and fair ; 

And then I would think it was paradise, 

That nowhere around were watchful eyes. 
And then for fear I might a chance miss, 
I'd stealthily reach down and take a kiss. 

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Yes, sweetheart, you glorious, glorious thing, 
If ever by chance fortune should bring 
Such an opportunity as that to me, 
On happiness' heights I'd surely be, 
For fortune would surely be a saint, 
If at such a time you'd fall in a faint 
When you and I were all alone 
And I breathing love in softest tone 
To the sweetest creature God e'er made, 
Whose dazzling beauty will never fade. 
If at such a time you'd faint in my arms, 
In silence and awe I'd feast on your charms. 



MRS. GROVER CLEVELAND. 

Illustrious first lady 

Of a great land, 
No adequate language, 

Or sweetest music of band 
I can recall 

To my mind now, 
To do justice to one 

Whom all people allow, 
For womanly modesty, 

For sweetness and grace, 
'Tis the verdict of all, 

You honored first place. 

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MRS. ROSWELL P. FLOWER. 

Mrs. Roswell P. Flower, 

In your beautiful home bower 

May you live for years, 

Having all sunshine, never any tears, 

This is the wish of one 

Who can say to you "well done," 

For goodness and worth are your renown, 

Much beloved woman of Watertown. 



MRS. J. B. TAYLOR. 

Emma Flower Taylor, daughter of R. P., 

That's enough inheritance in this land of the free 
And as long as this world rolls along, 
As long as they toast Women in song, 

So long will I say that there's one, 

When everything is said and done, 
Toast of civilian, soldier and sailor — 
Flower of Womanhood, Emma Taylor. 



MRS. RUSSELL SAGE. 

May God smile, 

Great philanthropic woman, 

Every moment of the while 

You stay where you're scattering 

Your ready gold 

For the betterment of man. 

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It gives a firmer hold 

To all — to work — to strive 

For the aid of mankind 

To in this world of selfish greed 

A woman like you find. 



MRS. JOHN HAYS HAMMOND. 

Brilliant, brilliant woman, 

You are known to fame ; 
Your wondrous skill and merit 

Adorn your matchless name. 
For whether it's a palace, 

Or whether it's Life's school, 
Mrs. John Hays Hammond, 

You were born to rule. 



MRS. HENRY CLEWS. 

Gloriously beautiful woman from the South, 
It's almost too much for word of mouth 
For one to try to paint or tell 
Of you, you great Kentucky belle, 
You always win, you never lose, 
May you reign forever, Mrs. Clews. 

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MRS. GEORGE J. GOULD. 

Beautiful woman, 

Here is a toast 
To one who ranks high 

In all beauty's host. 
This is my wish; 

That your every day 
May be better and brighter, 

Mrs. George J. 



MRS. JOHN A. DIX. 

Your name, like yourself, 

Is a name most fair. 

Look up, your name is written there. 

High up in beauty's sky I fix 

Your sweet face, Mrs. Dix. 



WITH NEW YORK IN 1883. 

Says Hero Casey to the bunch, 

Wan ting looked good to me, 
And that was little old New York 

Way back in Eighty-three ; 
That wuz the first year of the Giants, 

Thim mighty, mighty men. 
I could till of them forever, 

An' write with an endless pen. 
Wunst befoor I've mentioned it, 

That baseball hall of fame, 
An' now I'll name another 

Great hero of the National Game. 

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Catchers there are with us to-day, 

There's bin great ones in the past, 
But the greatest catcher of all time, 

Whose name will forever last ; 
Wuz the man wid the first Giants, 

Buck Ewing, mitchliss, matchliss name. 
First place as catcher I give you 

In the baseball hall of fame, 
He could throw just like an arrow, 

An' whin the ball lift Buck, 
The swiftest runner trembled, 

An' then began to duck. 
He would throw down like lightning, 

You should have heard the cheers ; 
The runners were so scared of him, 

They niver stole for years ; 
But if by luck they reached first, 

They never stole away. 
Ah, that was catchin, that was throwin, 

In old Buck Ewing's day. 
I signed to come to Gotham, 

An' I niver ixpect again, 
To see back in this old burgh, 
The times we all had then. 
It wuz the first game of the season, 

We wuz playin' the Cleveland nine. 
Hanlon, Dunlap, Phillips, 

An' all that famous line. 
I wuz the first batter, 

I stipped up to the plate, 
The grand stand cheered one hour, 

I had to bow and wait, 

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The pitcher threw the ball at last, 

That hit could not be beat, 
I sent it sailin' through the air ; 

It landed in Wall Street. 
It bounded wid an awful bound, 

It created an awful scare, 
You couldn't tell which was the lamb, 

Or which the Bull and Bear, 
Windows were raised on every side, 

The Stock Exchange did close. 
I sat down on the old home plate, 

An' took a little doze. 
The magnates got together, 

An' decided 'twould be wrong ; 
No matter how great the player, 

To make a hit so long. 
So they handed this decision, 

An' it's still on ricord now 
That for the sake of bankers, 

An' to stop an awful row, 
Among the visitin' Cleveland players 

Who filt it wasn't fair, 
To play against a man like me, 

Who could fairly chew the air, 
So the decision that they gave wuz, 

Any hit of over a mile 
Must not be considered seriously 

But taken wid a smile; 
So I sez, all right ye magnates, 

A smile means don't you'se think, 
Just give me a standin' order, 

An' make Champagne the drink. 
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MRS. RUTH BRYAN-LEAVITT. 

Beautiful woman, 

Bewitching and sweet ; 
In the pathway of life, 

One seldom will meet 
One who's like you, 

Of animation so rare ; 
And a manner as pleasing, 

As its owner is fair. 
Great daughter of Bryan, 

I hope that each year 
Will add to your blessings, 

In your life's stay here. 



MRS. HENRY CLEWS, JR. 

Never did the city of Baltimore, 

Famed for beauty 'neath Heaven's blue; 
Never has she given 

Greater beauty than you. 
Lulu Morris for all time, 

You'll shine as a star ; 
I don't care 

In what land you are. 

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MRS. HERBERT PARSONS. 

Distinguished daughter, 

Of a distinguished sire; 
Your countless qualities 

All men admire. 
Irresistible, delightful, 

And an authoress of note ; 
You deserve any degree 

A college can vote. 



MRS. ED. SMITH. 

Beautiful — lovely, 
Gracious — sweet. 

One more charming 
None can meet. 

Your subjects are many, 
You queenly girl. 

Ed has in you 
A priceless pearl. 



MRS. GEORGE D. WIDENER. 

Not always do the judges award aright the blue, 
But I award the violets, they belong to you ; 

From the father of his country and the days at Valley 
Forge, 

From Washington to Widener, the sweetest Mrs. George. 

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MRS. F. S. FLOWER. 

Beautiful woman, 
You deserve a high mark 
In the column of beauty, 
Fair Hilda Clark. 



MRS. ROBERT B. ROOSEVELT, JR. 

The heart of any man you'd melt 
With your sweet beauty, Mrs. Roosevelt, 
To you I give the sweetest flower 
And sunshine for your every hour. 



NO ONE GREAT BUT GOD. 

God moves o'er this world of ours 
And he directs all kingly powers ; 

He rules the forces of this earth ; 

He Judges man by Heaven's worth ; 
He brings the haughty to his feet ; 
He lifts the saint up to his seat ; 

He rules the land ; he rules the sea ; 

His word alone can make one free. 
He does all that is best for one's good ; 
Often and often 'tis not understood. 

His ways are pleasant, his paths are broad. 

There's just one great, and that is God. 

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ON CALL. 

God is with those who live 
This life alone to give 
Of their fruits the best, 
Not to leave the rest 
Of those things with him 
Which are only the slim 
Part of a great wealth, 
For 'tis only stealth 
To deny to the Giver of All 
What is ours only on call. 



MRS. JOHN W. GATES. 

'Tis always a pleasure for me to meet 

One who is so charmingly sweet, 

As a woman true she highly rates, 

My delightful friend, Mrs. John W. Gates. 



MRS. JOE WIDENER. 

Philadelphia as a town is accounted rather slow, 
But I'll tell you one sure thing I know — 
If ever there's a world-wide beauty show, 
Blue ribbon for Philadelphia, with Mrs. Joe. 



MRS. HUGH MURRAY. 

What man is there that wouldn't hurry 
To do a favor for Mrs. Murray ; 
Here's to good-looking Mrs. Hugh, 
Many times over here's to you. 

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MRS. JAMES D. ROBINSON 

Georgia — Georgia, 
Here's to a belle, 
Emily English, 
She was. Well, well, 
Jimmie Robinson, 
From the land of Lee, 
You won a prize 
In Mrs. James D. 



WITH NEW YORK IN 1884. 

'Twas while wid de Giants, 
Back in eighty- four, 

That I'll tell youse 
Of a mighty, mighty score. 

We had a great pitcher ; . 
Most any nine he'd squelch, 
He'd pitch an' smile an' smile an' pitch, 
Would Smilin' Mickey Welsh. 

Well, them Detroits got no runs, 
We got forty-eight. 

We knocked out seven pitchers, 
An' then we had to wait 

For them to hire another. 
I don't just call his name, 

But never mind about that, 

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I'll tell of that hittin' game. 

The first ball pitched 
I knocked it hard, 

It struck in Staten Island 
In the cemetery yard. 

The Detroits began a howlin', 
An' what you'se tink dey said ? 

That ball bein' in a cemetery 
Don't count — that ball is dead. 
I yelled them pitch another, 
I hit — and took a look ; 
That ball hit the lighthouse 

Way out near Sandy Hook. 
Buck took the bat and smashed it, 

The ball sailed like a bird ; 
It landed in a window 

At Third ave and Thirty-third. 
Connor, Mighty Roger, 

He knocked it to Central Park. 
Van Haltren and Mike Tiernan 

Both hit a swimming shark 
Away out near Coneys, 

That island dear and fair, 
Coneys, sweet, sweet Coneys, 

Where your trouble sinks wid care ; 
And Johnny Ward so natty, 

So gentlemanly, trim and neat, 
He raised his club politely, 

I couldn't keep me seat 
As I watched that ball a sailing 

An when it hit the ground 



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It disturbed some girls a playin' 

Lawn tennis near the Sound. 
Smilin' Mickey, smilin, 

Then tuk the bat in hand, 
It landed over in Jersey 

On Farmer Gurnesy's land. 
His cows began a runnin', 

They tore down the farmer's fence, 
He telephoned the Polo grounds, 

With a small bill of expense. 
But whin we told him the glory 

Of his beein' in the strife, 
He says by gosh — by taters, 

Ye get milk free fer life, 
An' niver from that minute, 

Has a Giant had to pay 
For milk, potatoes or cabbage, 

Rid apples, oats, or hay. 
Forty-eight runs the total, 

Mark it up on high ; 
Wid the name of eviry Giant, 

Names that will never, never die ; 
But proudly as the pennant flies, 

No matter where the stand, 
The Giants will forever live 

In this or any land. 
Mighty, mighty Giants, 

This tribute now I pay, 
I long to grasp each honest hand, 

Old friends of a long ago day. 



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MISS ESTELLE CROMWELL. 

Music in her voice, 

Beauty in her eye, 
Charm in every grace, 
One doesn't have to try 

To toast you as they should. 

You'll ever reign a belle. 
Here's to you forever, 

Dear, pretty, sweet Estelle. 



Here's to a queen 

I've never seen. 
One that rules 

In peaceful schools ; 
One who buys 
But never lies; 
Who never knocks, 

But darns your socks. 
Who lives for all, 

Who loves base ball, 
Who has no hate, 

Whose hat's on straight. 
My all I'd give — 

But she does not live. 



HOLD YOUR TEMPER. 

Does a scoldin' woman fret you? 

Hold your temper. 
Does she spoil your day of joy? 

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Does she nag you and annoy? 
Then remember this, my boy — 

Hold your temper. 
Does she always underrate you ? 

Hold your temper. 
Does she say another's better? 
Does she threaten with a letter ? 
Simply whistle and forget her — 

Hold your temper. 
Does she wish that you were dead ? 

Hold your temper. 
Does she rue the day you wed ? 
Does she forget the word she said ? 
Never mind; June skies are red — 

Hold your temper. 
Hold your temper every day, 
Hold it all along the way, 
Heaven land will be your pay — 

Hold your temper. 



Here's to a girl I'm loving, 
Yes, loving all the while. 

Sweet and fair as an angel, 

The whole world she'll beguile. 
She's truly one of the treasures 
To be found upon this earth. 

She's my own precious baby; 
Now you guess her worth. 

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Here's to you, flirtatious, 
Here's to you, coquette. 

You chance, yes, you chance it 
Sometimes you cash a bet. 



Here's to you, Miss Dazzler, 

Those sparkling, glorious eyes 
No shade can protect me, 

No matter how one tries. 
I simply am bewildered, 

I cannot find my way. 
Please call in your footman 

To guide me to the day. 



Here's to you, delicious. 

I could eat those lips. 
When they're on the menu 

Raise your finger tips. 



Here's to you, you darling, 
Here's to you, you queen, 

Here's to all who love you, 
Whether sixty or sixteen. 

For the old and young together 
Worship at your throne, 
And I just love all who love 

No one — but you alone. 

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May you only have your desires, 

May every one come true. 
Can't I be a little one 
And sometime come to you ? 



Drink to the girl of beauty, 
Drink to the girl of wit, 

Drink to every one of them 

But the one that hands the mit. 



Here's to a girl I worship, 
Here's to one I adore. 

I long to woo and wed her. 
I can't — she's only four. 



Here's to the hostess fair, 
Here's to the best in life, 

Here's to the man who wins her. 
I'd try — but I have a wife. 



WITH NEW YORK. 

A terrible day of triumph 

Wuz the day we all went down 
To play thim sleepy players, 

The Phillies in Quaker town. 
We arrived in state at the ball field 

An' the diamond ran across, 
An' thin fer a little practice, 

We'd bat an' pitch an' toss; 

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We couldn't think of the trouble, 

After a practice of an hour or so, 
Not one single ball player 

Could be seen not high or low. 
We hunted round the bleachers, 

An' through the grandstand took a look. 
An' finally in the Club House, 

Each man in a cozy nook, 
Was the entire deligation, 

Ivery player on their nine, 
Each man so sound asleep ; 

That not even a marchin' line, 
Or the drums a-beatin' madly, 

An' the bugles blowin' loud 
Could wake wan single player, 

Of that sleepin' Philly crowd. 
We wint back on the diamond, 

An' did some more good tricks, 
That only the Giant players 

Could do in such a fix. 
Buck Ewing did a beauty, 

The longest throw fer fair, 
From the catcher's plate at home 

He threw the ball to Dilaware. 
An' thin amid the cheerin' 

Old Buck made this remark, 
I'll inthroduse my friend Casey, 

Any man can name the mark, 
That you want the ball to go 

Jist name it now to Casey. 



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Any place in the whole nation, 

An' watch him drive it so ; 
Hard and fast and quickly, 

That fer wonders of the day, 
You'll gasp in admiration, 

At Hard-hitter Casey's way. 
Some says New Orleans, others, St. Paul, 

St. Louis, Kansas City, Toronto, 
But whin I hit the ball, 

It made a viry graceful curve ; 
An' sailed up in the air, 

T'was seen fer about an hour, 
As it floated here an' there, 

Away up in the atmosphere. 
Oh how the crowd did yell, 

I wish I remembered all they said. 
But 'tis too much to tell, 

Well' twas far along in the ivening ; 

'Twas gettin' very late. 
A despatch dated San Francisco. 
The office at the Golden Gate, 

Mr. Casey, Philadelphia, 
A proud man you can feel, 

The longest hit on record 
Was caught by a Cliff-house seal. 

All business is suspended, 
California has a holiday, 

Fremont was one pathfinder, 
You've found another way ; 

Our gold is at your service, 

An' all our juicy fruit. 



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The Governor confers on you, 

The degree of Batting Bute. 
'Twuz now nearly seven, 

Thim Phillies were still asleep, 
So we took the train home again ; 

An' none of us could keep 
Away the cheering people, 

Who came to every station. 
An' hurrahed over an' over again 

Fer the hit across the nation. 
Whin we reached the good old Bowery, 

An' in triumph marched the street, 
Never wuz such welcome given, 

Or such a royal, royal treat. 
Receptions by the Mayor, the four hundred, 

An' a dance at Tammany Hall, 
They presented me with a golden bat, 

An' a diamond an' ruby ball. 



WITH NEW YORK. 

We all wint back the next day, 

By this time they all awoke, 
Thim Phillies were filled wid vengance 

An' ivery bat they broke; 
They swiped the ball so fiercely, 

That all the Giants felt 
That the day of final doom had come, 

As they listened to each welt. 
Each Philly man was so excited 

That they'd gallop, run and prance, 

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Their cry mow down the Giants, 

Step lively — on, on wid de dance, 
All we could do was stand and look, 

They beat us in every way ; 
We didn't stand a single chance, 

Whin we wint that second day. 
The great, great Delehanty, 

How he batted, ran and caught, 
Every hit we made his way, 

It simply wint to naught, 
An' Thompson, how he banged 'em, 

To every part of town, 
There was no use in chasin', 

You couldn't pull 'em down. 
An' Nash an' Clements an' Brouthers, 

Brouthers — great, big batting Dan ; 
Thim three a trio of players, 

Dear to the heart of ivery fan, 
Well they and all the others, 

To us they didn't do a thing, 
All we could do was whistle, 

We were too sad to sing ; 
And Fergusen, dear old Fergie, 

Great pitcher of long ago, 
Every one — we all struck out, 

His curves we couldn't go, 
Twinty-one runs for Philly ; 

We didn't have a single one, 
But till the ninth is over, 

The game is niver done. 



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So I wint in that innin', 

And says upon that score, 
I'll print me name feriver, 

Till time shall be no more, 
I must save a shut out, 

I closed me eyes and hit ; 
Buck Ewing began a singing, 

An' dancin' on his mitt. 
I said me kind regards to Penn, 

Whose first name they call Bill ; 
I knocked that ball to Florida, 

To a place called Jacksonville; 
Well that wuz the only run we got, 

We gave three cheers for all, 
Philadelphia you're a grand good town, 

For the old game of baseball. 



MISS MARJORIE GOULD. 

'Tis your beauty I toast, 

'Tis your charming way, 
Sweet beautiful girl 

Of the present day. 
You deserve all glory, 

You merit all praise, 
Forever through life 

The brightest of ways. 



MRS. H. ARCHIBALD PELL. 

Beautiful woman, 

A toast to you. 
You deserve the title, 

You surely do. 
Graceful and queenly, 

'Tis a pleasant duty 
To stand and salute 

Your glorious beauty. 



MRS. SMITH HOLLINS McKIM. 

Beautiful girl 

From the Maryland shore ; 
One can praise you 

O'er and o'er. 
Your dainty beauty, 

Your charming way, 
Win the deserved admiration 

You have to-day. 

Here's to all of the fair sex, 
Here's to the girl of to-night, 

Here's to the girl of the future, 

God bless them all — wrong or right. 

Here lies the body of Hiram H. Holt, 
'Twas an automobile — a sudden jolt. 

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Here lies the body of little Dick Deane, 
He ate some paint, the color was green. 

Whenever the wind is cold and raw 

I come to the grave of my mother-in-law, 

For she was always raw and cold. 

If she has gone where the streets are gold, 

I wish some one would send me word, 

For I certainly would feel like a bird, 

And go around with a happy face, 

As I prepare for the other place. 

Here lie our two sweet angel twins, 
They ran a race at eating pins. 



THE BASE BALL HALL OF FAME. 

There may be many others 

Of thim great big halls of fame, 
But there's niver been a greater 

Than the one fer the National Game. 
Wherein stands all its heroes, 

A few I'll name tonight. 
Some of the old, old timers, 

Who fought a grand, good fight, 
There's Buck Ewing and Mike Kelly, 

Cap Anson and George Gore, 
Iver hailed in fandom 

As a most illustrious four. 
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Comiskey, Keefe and Pfeffer, 

Clarkson, Dunlap, Roger Conner, 
Browning, Thompson, Galvin, Nash, 

Ivery man that hall they honor, 
Hanlon, Brouthers, Duffy, Radbourne, 

Ed Williamson, John Ward, Joe Start, 
Bennett, Jack Rowe, Richardson, White, 

Names to fire the baseball heart, 
The O'Rourkes, Rusie, John McGraw, 

Stovey, Clements, Welch and Clarke, 
They all stand in the hall of fame, 

An' well they earned the mark. 
An' there stan's the Riverend Billy Sunday, 

For each one of us he prays. 
Billy, Billy Sunday, great fielder, 

The friend of thim grand old days. 
The light shines on them brightly, 

God bless them, one and all, 
And every man throughout the land, 

Who loves the game of ball. 



L. S. THOMPSON. 

Brainy ! Big ! 
Every bit good. 
Treating everyone 
As a true man should, 
Royally, freely; 
'Tis my best belief 
You deserve the title 
Big-hearted, Big Chief. 

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THE OLD CLASS LEADER. 

Talk about religion — he had it — yes, he had, 
I can remember him away back thar with Dad. 

I use to hear him often in the old days, 

Dad'd say, "You listen and take in every word he says." 
He'd stand thar in that little room every Wednesday night, 
And all the folks were happy as he led 'em to the light. 

He wuz an inspiration — the best I ever saw, 

He'd make you think 'twas pleasant to follow Heaven's 
law. 
He'd raise you to the mountain tops with a word of prayer, 
Many a time he's made me feel I was over thar 

Right in the midst of the happy, happy throng, 

A-joinin' with the angels in everlasting song. 
Why, that old class leader — his every act was pure, 
He'd take away your troubles, and all your ills he'd cure. 

He never saved a dollar. He gave, and gave, and gave ; 

Sez he, "I use my money when there's a soul to save." 
You could call him in the morning, or get him out at night, 
Every call he'd answer and work with all his might 

To aid the helpless widow or hold a dyin' child, 

Never cross or hasty but alius sweet and mild. 
He worked and worked o'er the sinner and alius did his best 
To make everyone feel 'twuz easy, an' he never needed rest. 

That good old class leader — God bless him — in the days of 
long ago 

The good he did for others only God alone does know. 
Why I've seen him on a cold and blustering winter's night, 
In the old town when thar was a real free for all fight, 

I've seen that blessed old face rise up in the ring, 

An' all the fightin' ceased as he began to sing. 

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An' when one of the fighters looked starving and so cold, 
That dear old class leader with words of purest gold 

Would say : "I know times are hard and business terrible 

slack." 
Then he'd take off his own coat an' put it on t'other's back. 
Religion? Yes, he had it if ever 'twas on earth, 
With him 'twas a human bein' — 'twasn't what he was worth. 
He wuz a simple, trustin' Christian, a good and godly man, 
He never hedged and said "I can't" but always said "I 
can." 
Whenever he was asked a favor he'd alius answer "yes." 
If he didn't have it then, he'd pray the Lord, I guess. 
Fer we alius got what we ast for, an' we never went away, 
But what the old fellow would beg us to ever and ever 
pray 
That we might all meet in Heaven along with the Lord 

divine ; 
An' I know that old class leader will be the first in line. 



HOLLAND HOUSE. 

Holland House — what a grand old name ! 
Food melts in your mouth — always the same. 

Ah, beautiful memories linger round you ; 

You'll always get what is your due. 
Bauman, Harriman, Cramer, Weld and Somers, 
As hotel-men you're all hummers. 



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FRANCES DUKE. 

Fair land of Kentucky, 

Fair maiden that's there ; 
A toast to thee, 

Frances, the fair ; 
Here's to your culture, 

Here's to your worth — 
You honor Kentucky, 

The state of your birth. 



TO JAMES R. KEENE'S HORSES. 

To the greatest racing stable 

The world has ever seen, 
The peerless running horses 

Of James R. Keene. 



HOTEL MANHATTAN. 

Madison Avenue and Forty-second Street, 
Is a hotel that's hard to beat. 

Billy Hawke — I've heard you of kindly act, 

You ought to win, that's a fact. 
Weary traveler, there you may rest, 
You may be sure you'll get the best. 

On their good things eat and fatten — 

You can easily at the Hotel Manhattan. 

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INDEX. 

Page 

Acknowledge Him in all thy ways 51-52 

Andrews, B. G 44 

An Old Man's Reverie 38-39 

Archbold, John D 49 

Arthur, Chester A 13 

Baldwin, Elbert P 34 

Bradford, John H 24 

Brooks, Phillips 44 

Bryan, William Jennings 14 

Burrell, David James 37 

Church of the Living God 5 

Clay, Henry 9 

Cleveland, Grover 11 

Cleveland, Mrs. Grover 67 

Clews, Henry 25 

Clews, Mrs. Henry 69 

Clews, Mrs. Henry Jr 73 

Craig, B. B 50 

Cromwell, Miss Bstelle 80 

Day, Chancellor 49 

Death 32 

Delafield, Richard 40 

Depew, Chauncey M 23 

Dickinson, Charles C 37 

Dike, Korman S 38 

Dix, John A 27 

Dix, Mrs. John A 70 

Douglas 16 

Duke, Prances 94 

Parrelly, Stephen 45 

Flower, The Charity 26-27 

Flower, Roswell P 12 

Flower, Mrs. Roswell P 68 

Flower, Mrs. F. S 75 

For one who feels slighted 45 

Gaines, John Wesley 28 

Garfield, James A 12 

Gates, Mrs. John W 76 

Graham, E. R 40 

Grant, U. S 7 

Gray 16 

Gray, Andrew C 26 

Gould, Miss Marjorie 88 

Gould, Mrs. George J 70 

Hamilton, Francis 62 

Hammond, Mrs. John Hays 69 

Hammond, John Hays, Jr 47 

Hammond, Harris 47 

Hammond, John 23 

Hancock, Winfield S 10 

Hold your temper 80-81 

Harrison, William J 44 

How the Irish maid stung Algy 65-66 

I will lift up mine eyes 17-18 

If you should happen to faint in my arms 66 

It couldn't be 57-58 

Jackson, Stonewall 8 

Jackson, Andrew 8 

James R. Keene's horses 94 

Jefferson, Thomas 9 

Johnson 16 

Leavitt, Mrs. Ruth Bryan 73 

Keep on Smilin' 33 

Kern, John Worth 23 

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Lee, Robert B '. .- 7 

Lincoln, Abraham 6 

Loyalty 46 

Mack, Norman E 40 

Miller, Andrew 41 

Mills, D. O 26 

Morton, Levi P 16 

Morgan, J. P 17 

Mr. Boldt and the Waldorf Hotel ." 35 

Murray, Mrs. Hugh 76 

Munsey, Frank A 48 

McArdell, Roy 47 

McCall, John A : 48 

McClellan, George B 57 

McClellan, George B 10 

McKinley, William ' 11 

McKim, Mrs. Smith Ho'lins 89-90 

No one great but God 75 

Odell, Benjamin B 28 

On call 76 

Parsons, Mrs. Herbert 74 

Pell, Mrs. H. Archibald 89 

Potts, Frederick A 49 

Religion, Smilin' 15 

Rice, John V., Jr 28 

Robinson, Mrs. James D 77 

Roosevelt, Theodore 13 

Roosevelt, Mrs. Robert B., Jr 75 

Rowe, Doc 53 

Sage, Mrs. Russell 68 

She couldn't say "No" 42-43 

Sherman, James S 22 

Sibley, Alexander Hamilton 50 

Smith, Mrs. Ed 74 

Spooner, John C 25 

Spencer, Selden P 34 

Straus, Nathan 24 

Taft, William H 14 

Taylor, Jack 41 

Taylor, Mrs. J. B 68 

Thanksgiving Day in the Country 20-21-22 

The Base Ball Hall of Fame 90-91 

The old class leader 92-93 

Thomas, Augustus 36 

To Mother 50 

Trask, Spencer 36 

Twilight on Sunday 52 

United States 5 

Vanderbilt, A. G 36 

Watterson, Henry 37 

Watkins, Tom 48 

Washington, George 6 

Webster, Daniel 9 

Whitney, William C 13 

Widener, P. A. B 24 

Widener, Mrs. Joe 76 

Widener, Mrs. George D 74 

With Boston in seventy-nine 29-30-31 

With Chicago in 1882 63-64-65 

With Holyoke in seventy-eight 18-19-20 

With New York in 1883 70-71-72 

With New York in 1884 77-78-79 

With New York 83-88 

With Troy in 1881 59-60-61 

Woodruff, Timothy L . 62 

Woodward, John 29 

Worcester in 1880 54-55-56 

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